Marisa. Call me Mar.
16 years wandering in this world, while dreaming about escaping to others. I miss Pluto so much.
I have this really unattractive thing on my face called my face.
I write because nobody listens.
The sun sees our bodies, the moon sees our souls.
Eveything that drowns me makes me wanna fly.
Don't call me yours, call me free.
Fat, single, and ready to mingle.
T.V. series, books, cool bands, cool vibes.